"I have indeed been feeling unwell these past few days, but I can still speak without any major problems. Bai Nian is just too worried about me."

With his other hand, he steadily picked up the glass of red wine, and a string of French words spilled from his mouth. Suddenly realizing that some people might not understand, he blushed slightly and translated the estate name and brand name into Chinese before continuing his introduction.

"Château Château Chloé is one of the world's top ten wine estates, enjoying a prestigious international reputation. It boasts a superior geographical location, and its wines are full-bodied, sweet but not cloying, and fruity..."

The woman's gentle voice echoed in the banquet hall, seemingly possessing a soothing magic. Several leaders involuntarily quieted down and listened attentively to her introduction.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Qi, who had been indifferent to everyone just moments before, suddenly smiled, slowly clapping his hands, his eyes filled with intense appreciation: "Miss Yang's explanation was simple, clear, precise, and just right. Even I have learned something new. Besides Chloe's wine, do you have any other recommendations?"

Yang Qingheng was surprised, but she didn't show it on her face and earnestly recommended several options to him.

Mo Qi, as Qiao Jiajun's superior, rarely showed such a kind and gentle expression, even to Qiao Jiajun. Unexpectedly, he was giving Yang Qingheng such an expression!

The scene was like a resounding slap across Qiao Xihe's face, leaving her feeling a burning pain.

Originally intended to make things difficult for someone, it unexpectedly handed the opportunity to Yang Qingheng, allowing her to steal the spotlight!

Qiao Xihe almost gritted her teeth to pieces, feeling extremely angry and regretful.

Tang Bainian was surprised that his wife actually knew these things, and at the same time, he felt a surge of pride.

For a moment, because of Mo Qi's attention, Yang Qingheng became the focus of the scene, and several leaders echoed and praised her, while Qiao Xihe, the birthday girl, was overshadowed.

Song Hengjue had already seen the farce unfolding, but he only watched from afar without approaching. Seeing that Yang Qingheng had indeed dealt with Qiao Xihe's challenge with ease, he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

From the moment Yang Qingheng showed her first expression, he knew she was acting, pretending not to understand for that stupid woman Qiao Xihe's benefit, making a fool of her.

The more he thought about it, the more rare it seemed, and he wished he could hug Yang Qingheng and give her a big kiss.

She's so adorable! So outstanding, no wonder she's his girlfriend!

"What do you need the flowers for? I've searched everywhere, but there aren't any flower shops nearby." Fang Nan returned breathless, wishing he could slap Song Hengjue across the face.

To avoid dealing with him, he went to Yang Qingheng's side, but unexpectedly, he still had to work like a slave for this capitalist.

If it weren't for the salary, he would have slapped him to death!

"How could there not be?" Song Hengjue's upturned lips turned ashen the moment he saw the gardenia hair clip in Tang Bainian's pocket, his eyes flashing with icy coldness.

Despicable man! Despicable man!

"No means no. I can't just give birth to a baby." Fang Nan gritted his teeth, feeling that Song Hengjue, this capitalist, had become even more difficult to please since falling in love.

"If you can't find it nearby, why don't you just go to the city center to buy it? Do I need to teach you something like that?" Song Hengjue said coldly.

It's just a flower, why did the Western Han Dynasty turn into this?

Fang Nan thought Song Hengjue had completely lost his mind. How come she never noticed how much he loved flowers before? Why is he acting so effeminate now?

He cursed countless times in his heart, but obediently turned around and left the banquet hall.

Qiao Xihe couldn't stand being ignored like this. Seeing Yang Qingheng's smug look, she was unwilling to give up. She stepped forward and deliberately separated Yang Qingheng from Mo Qi, as if she were just casually mentioning, "I invited Bai Ling over. The show is about to start. Shall we go to the small stage together?"

"Bai Ling? Is that the Bai Ling from 'The Night of the City'?" Director Xu asked in surprise.

Qiao Xihe felt relieved, knowing that she had made the right choice in inviting the singer today, and that it was worth every penny: "Yes, it's her. I sent people to invite her, and it took several attempts before she finally agreed to come."

"Wow, I heard she never sings at private banquets, and you managed to invite her. It must have cost a lot of money," even though Director Xu knew that Qiao Xihe was wealthy from her company, he couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement and strode forward. "My daughter likes this singer. Perfect, I'll get a photo to take back and amuse her."

Maybe she'll start going to school honestly because of this.

Several leaders also showed interest and followed Qiao Xihe there.

Yang Qingheng had long been forgotten by them.

"Madam Tang, a pheasant can never become a phoenix. Just you wait and see." Qiao Xihe sneered, glancing contemptuously at Yang Qingheng, and ignoring Tang Bainian's presence, openly bullying her.

Yang Qingheng raised an eyebrow, moved closer to her, and said in a light, amused tone, "I don't know if a pheasant can become a phoenix, but Miss Qiao, you should protect your feathers. Don't become a bald phoenix, or you'll be worse off than a pheasant, don't you think?"

Qiao Xihe scoffed: "You're just being stubborn. We'll see. If you know what's good for you, go back and be a good Mrs. Tang. Otherwise, I won't be polite to you."

He raised his chin and chased after the leaders.

Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes inwardly, raised her wrist to glance at her watch, and realized it was almost time.

A hint of amusement flashed in his dark eyes as he waved to someone not far away and whispered a few words.

"What's the show?" Tang Bainian's slender fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from behind her ear, his clear eyes sparkling with intoxicating doting affection.

Yang Qingheng casually tossed her hair, unaware of his burning gaze, and mysteriously smiled: "If you knew about the good show beforehand, it wouldn't be as surprising. Just wait and see."

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